#WHAT IS SPRINGTRAP AND DELIAH??

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chat what the FUCK is springtrap and deliah

did?? did i miss a fnaf fandom canon event or something?? wtf is springtrap and deliah??

[pickledbread999]

CW: FAKE AXE

I think listening to Cemetary Girl by ICP did something to me HAHA... (i should call my therapist 🗣️)

Edit: thank you for reblogging >< I have no clue how the Tumblr world works but it makes me hella happy!!

some more versions (alt. speech bubbles, outlines,..)/cropped thingies [ALSO **SCARED NOT SCRARED (??)]

and here's some proof! Have a great day and a wonderful Christmas 💓

[mechanicalinfection]

redraw wip ive been gatekeeping sorriezzz

[captainrandoo]

Other fandoms i like!

List below cut ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Colour meanings:

Pink: HYPERFIXATEDDD

Green: Love this!

Blue: I dabble in this sometimes…

Orange: Dead in this fandom

The Walten Files

Smg4

The Mandela Catalogue

Undertale AU’s

The Gaslight District

Murder Drones

The Amazing Digital Circus

Good Omens

Bendy And The Ink Machine

Five Nights At Freddy’s

Springtrap And Deliah (don’t support the creator)

Cuphead

Hatsune Miku

Gravity Falls

Hazbin Hotel (not hugely)

Handplates

Lego Ninjago

Mario

MHA

Nightmare Before Christmas

Regretevator

Pressure

Splatoon

Daycare Attendants (FNAF)

Venom

Eddsworld

Welcome Home

Cult Of The Lamb

Undertale

Baldi’s basics

Random Encounters

Find your random and let me know what fandom I should give more art!

[liltordle]

designed a stylized (afton-possessed) spring bonnie !!!

[springtrapsspringlockedbussy]

late-night ramble before i go to bed:

thinking about routine suit maintenance on springtrap like how you irregularly bathe a dog. he's always a bit standoffish about you mentioning the subject and he's naturally resistant to any physical proposals, but eventually he sighs and gives in

but i do imagine it's more like a barber shop scenario than bathing a dog genuinely. like you sit him down and get busy with brushing and cleaning his fur, examining his endoskeleton, cleaning up any muck and grime he could've added onto his body from his gardening hobbies

and especially imagining the banter between the Y/N and springtrap. at first he's moping because he hates this stuff and you're trying to gently remind him that it's worth the effort, before he's getting into his groove and starts just talking about things he's thinking about. like how beautiful the clouds look today, or how you really should work on getting a bigger bed for the both of them

after awhile, you dry him off and he looks genuinely cheery! but i do like thinking about why he would even finally cave in and accept the suit maintenance. like maybe you surprised him with a gift of a dress for him to wear but you promised to give him after his maintenance, or springtrap just eventually concludes that he really is Filthy™ and needs a bath

[rhys-ravenfeather]

Look, don't @ me, don't debate, I am NOT IN THE MOOD.

[sleep-deprived-fr3ak]

God, I remember reading the comic whenever I had any free time. It's so sad that it was discontinued. I'm pretty sure I brought the comic up with my close friend and she recognized it as well, so, we're both veteran fnaf fans. 😎

(Talking about you, @ensinia-internetstranger)

You are a veteran fnaf fan if you recgonize this comic panel.

Reblog/tag if you do.

[takaio-egg]

Y'know Springtrap and Deliah? Tried a new take on the characters. Well, mostly Deliah.

Would you guys be interested in a re-imagining of the comic? Y'know, a version without all the p3do stuff and where Springtrap acts like he would in canon.

If you guys have any questions on how i’d format the story just comment, i’m more than happy to throw my ideas into the ring

Here's a concept drawing I made for what my re-imagining would entail

[z0mbi3girl444]

SPRINGTRAP NON-CON

Your Deliah’s older sister, and also Springtrap’s victim.

(First person narrative)

THIS STORY INCLUDES RAP3/NONCON. NSFW 18+ ONLY. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT I WILL BLOCK YOU.

One night, as I stood in the kitchen preparing dinner, I was being suffocated by silence.

Dad was working late at the shop, leaving me alone with Deliah and Springtrap.

The quiet sound of the stove was my only companion until I heard it—the heavy, metallic thud of Springtrap’s footsteps descending from upstairs.

My heart stilled, and I gripped the spatula tighter, praying he would pass by without a word. But fate wasn’t so kind.

“Smells good in here,” he drawled as he loomed behind me. “Spaghetti, hm?”

I shifted uncomfortably as the tension thickened.

“What’s got you all tense tonight?” he whispered, sidling up next to me until the cold metal of his hip pressed against my waist.

I stiffened as his hand found its way to my back, fingers gliding up my spine before gripping a handful of my hair and giving it a light tug. The subtle pain shot through me, and I sucked in a sharp breath.

“Stop,” I whispered.

A slow grin spread across his cracked, metallic face, his yellowed eyes narrowing with amusement. “Oh, so you do have a voice after all,” he said, a twisted chuckle rumbling from his chest.

“Does it scare you when I’m this close?” His voice softened, tauntingly gentle. “Or is there a part of you that likes it?”

"Leave me alone," I breathed, my voice breaking as tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. "Please..."

Springtrap’s grin widened, a sick, gleeful glint flashing in his eyes. “Oh, now that’s not fair,” he cooed, “Where’s the fun in leaving you alone? You’re so much fun when you’re afraid.”

I flinched, trying to back away from him, but my back hit the counter, and my heart dropped. “W-where’s Dels?” I stammered, my voice trembling with panic.

Springtrap’s grin widened, eyes narrowing with a cruel glint. “At Harry’s,” he said smoothly, as if the word itself was meant to soothe. “So it’s just you and me.”

“Please…leave me alone,” I repeated, my voice cracking as desperation clawed at my throat.

But he didn’t listen. Of course he didn’t.

I flinched as his cold, jagged fingers reached out, brushing lightly against my hair. He twirled a lock of my hair between his fingers, his expression one of unsettling amusement.

“Soft,” he murmured, as though speaking to himself. He twisted the strand tighter before letting it slip through his fingers.

I couldn’t move. My breath was caught in my throat, my entire body frozen as his hand lingered, sifting lazily through my hair.

He tugged lightly at a strand, just enough to send a jolt of discomfort through my scalp. I whimpered in pain, trying to move away from him, but I was too cornered at this point.

“Ah, there it is,” he said with satisfaction. “That little spark of pain. It’s so cute, the way you whimper.”

“Stop,” I whispered, barely able to push the word past my trembling lips. “Please... just stop.”

“Stop?” he repeated, as if tasting the word. “But why? I like touching you…”

His face was unbearably close now, the stench of decay mingling with the faint scent of burnt spaghetti still lingering in the air.

“I bet no one’s ever told you how pretty you look when you’re scared,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper that sent a shiver down my spine.

“You’re disgusting,” I spat, though my voice wavered. My heart raced in my chest, the fear and revulsion twisting into a sickening knot in my stomach.

Springtrap’s laugh was quiet but sharp, his grin widening even further. “Oh, you wound me,” he said, trapping me fully against the counter.

I flinched, trying to turn away, but Springtrap seized my jaw, pressing his body firmly against mine.

"Not so fast," he said, his voice tight with warning as his free hand snaked up my shirt and roughly closed around my breast.

I gasped, trying to push him away, but I was powerless against him.

"You see?" he whispered, his hand now working the zipper of my jeans, "You can't fight me. You’re so easy to handle.”

Once my jeans were off, Springtrap's index finger slowly slipped beneath the waistband of my panties, cold and unyielding against my heated flesh.

"So pretty," he purred.

I shook my head frantically, trying to hold back my tears. "Please," I whimpered, hating the desperation in my own voice. "Don't do this."

He chuckled. "Don’t do what, little one? Give you what you so clearly want?"

His cold, metallic finger brushed against my clit, causing me to jerk involuntarily. Discomfort flooded my mind and my body, making me stiffen in fear and revulsion.

"Stop!” I yelled out, but I was silence by his hand covering my mouth, and I froze, because Springtrap's finger slowly, almost gently, slipped inside me.

The sudden intrusion caught me off guard, and I couldn’t help but let out a sharp gasp.

"You're so warm and soft," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear.

I shuddered at his words, a chill running down my spine.

"I know you're scared," he continued, his finger never ceasing its slow, torturous movements. "But you don't need to be. I'll take good care of you, sweetheart.”

He punctuated his words with a particularly deep thrust of his finger, and I couldn't help but sob into his hand.

“You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” he murmured, his grin widening.

But suddenly, his finger was taken out, and instead replaced with something else—something that made me gasp sharply, the sensation ten times more painful.

My body tensed immediately, and I sobbed, tears streaming down my face as I stared back at him with wide, pleading eyes.

“There we go,” he groaned, a low, satisfied sound, “That’s better, Hm?”

Both of Springtrap’s hands drifted down to my hips, holding my steady, just the way he wanted.

“Please stop,” I sobbed, my voice breaking as I shook my head uncontrollably, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. “Please, no—it—it’s too—”

“Shhh,” he cut me off softly, his voice low and soothing. “It’s been decades since I’ve felt this good,” he confessed, his voice thick with raw need.

A low groan escaped him. His hands tightened on me slightly, as if trying to anchor himself in the moment.

All I could do was cry—but it only excited Springtrap more.

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl,” he murmured, his tone low and rough. His pace picked up, and he moved his hips against mine in a rhythm that was both punishing and erotic.

His groans echoed in my ears, the sound of my name being said repeatedly making me squirm in disgust.

“That’s it,” he rasped, his voice thick and strained, his hands gripping me tighter as if he couldn’t bear to let me go. “Just like that. Stay with me.”

He pulled me flush against him, burying his face in the crook of my neck and shuddering as he finished inside of me.

For a moment, there was nothing but silence. His cold, metal frame held me close, breathing heavily into me. He grinned down at me, tucking my hair behind my ears.

“You’re such a good fuck, little one,” he teased, taking a deliberate step back, finally giving me space.

I wanted to run, but I couldn’t move.

“At least you’re still intact after having me,” he chuckled, looking me up and down.

I swallowed hard, my breath shallow as I pressed further against the wall, hoping to create even the smallest distance between us.

“You’re a very strong girl, I’ll give you that,” he added, “I was expecting you to scurry off the moment I let you go. But here you stand.”

Springtrap lingered for a moment longer, just staring at me, before turning around, walking away, and leaving me there.

[secrettalem8]

you said that copying quinn's art style is not that difficult and I thought it's that difficult but

I decided to make a test so I tried to copy her art style and...

I worked at drawing as close I can to quinn's art style in 30 minutes

This is how it ended up

And I'm not used to quinn's old art style at all 💀😭

This is my first time 😭

( I don't defending quinn ok I just wanted to know if it's hard to draw or not 😭)

Number 1: The screenshots.

In the document in which they present us the rolplay 18+ in a chat that supposedly is Discord, but for me those messages do not seem to be from Discord.

Discord chat comparison

The pictures can be edited easily but to convince the public more, obviously you would need to give the proof to confirm it and that would be the drawings that quinn supposedly did, in my opinion that old style is not so difficult to copy and also that there are details in the drawings that do not match very well.

The head is not well done,neither is the ear,the scar is not painted.deliah's head is a bit bigger and his shoulder is badly positioned.

As I said, it is not so difficult to copy that style, but it would have to be a person with good drawing skills.

[aviaryartist1800]

So i remember watching this video:

And yikes...

(nobody deserves harassment btw, just saying this just in case)

The comic has a lot of problematic stuff and Springtrap is sorta woobified here..

So, i was planning to rewrite some stuff, like i am going to make it clear that Springtrap is clearly evil and what he is doing is portrayed as bad as he is planning to isolate Deliah so that he is able to kill her without anyone noticing(thoughts on this?)

Also i might rewrite the backstory stuff(in regards to Springtrap's motives)

I am not sure if this is a vent comic or not, lemme know if it is, idk if its like Muffins or not

So yeah, i got some help from my brother(who is a bit of a fnaf expert) with the rewrites

So yeah, i just remembered this video and i might treat it like the Muffins saga(in terms of redesigns and rewrites)

[rubbership]

the reason why callout culture sucks that no one ever directly wants to say is that a lot of severe trauma survivors get called out for the shit they wrote when they were really sick and ill and not okay, and instead of the callout focusing on getting the other person to see that they need help or REALLY need to take down whatever work they made its just like "KILL THIS BITCH" and no offense but it really sucks. like a lot. its one of the reasons i talk about proshipping so much is because even from an outside pov i can just tell so many people who are into prokink/proship are severely severely traumatized people who have become convinced that they cannot get better, enjoy regular sex or get past this issue and the problem is for the most part if they get caught there IS no "getting" over it there is no "doing better" in the eyes of people online so theres literally no incentive to recover or do better or even take any of the work down. the idea that you are just perminantly tainted and unrecoverable goes hand in hand with the exact mentality victims are forcefed by their abusers that if you're an incest or csa survivor that your abuser has essentially "tainted" you and made you just like them for the rest of your life. that because you were hurt by this person you've been forced into a life of hurting people in the same way.

and that isnt TRUE but you don't realize how much thats shoved on you and told to you over and over and over as a survivor of this shit, it really becomes part of your understanding of yourself. and i see a lot of cases where someones been caught for drawing or writing something really fucking gross right when they're hitting adulthood, and then they get called out and it follows them. Not just for a few years but for the rest of their young adult life and it makes me sympathize with people who allow that public and constant harrassment to force them into a shame corner. This is what I mean when I say society TARGETS victims hard core, because the idea of a victim is someone who was never involved never looked never experienced and was wholey traumatized. Anything else, any other sort of behavior or role in your trauma you take and you are seen as a deviant just like your abuser. Sexual assault especially childhood sexual assault is seen as something that invades and sticks to you and infects you.

I think a lot about Deliah and Springtrap, about how the creator for that got "canceled" for writing some genuinely henious shit. But they were also literally a teenager, they said that the comic was based off their real life and they took a lot of inspiration from their experiences and personality for both the characters and the story. They are used as a periah and publically mocked and harrassed for posting the shit they did. I still see it joked about regularly and it just makes me sick to my stomach. How loud does a kid need to scream for help before anyone hears them? Why does it get to be a joke to others? It really, really really jades me. Its just geoss.

[vmppiz]

ꜱᴘʀɪɴɢᴛʀᴀᴘ x ɴɪᴄʜᴏʟᴀꜱ ᴇᴅᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ 🍥

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. . . "Tw": smut lots of it :3

inspired by SpringBrook_666 on ao3

Springtrap and Nicholas have not been on good terms ever since Deliah introduced him to Nicholas, her father. She always wanted them to get along but it always seemed unlikely that would ever happen but she always tried to make them get along. Nicholas tried to be there, to protect her, to make sure she was safe from Springtrap and his outbursts.

He knew Springtrap was dangerous, he hated seeing him around his daughter, he hated the fact that he was in their life. What benefit did he bring?

One day he heard Deliah crying in her room and wanting to comfort her and already being awake, he knocked on her door softly.

"Deliah are you ok? May I come in?"

Small sniffles could be heard through the door and Nicholas grew afraid and suspicious of Springtrap. Was this his doing? Was he hurting his daughter behind closed doors?

"No dad it's ok!..i just had a nightmare.."

Deliah could be visibly heard trying to cover up her cries or at the very least try to stop them. Nicholas sighed softly and opened the door slowly peaking his head out as he saw his daughter trying to hide her tears. He walked over calmly sitting next to his daughter.

"Talk to me honey, what's bothering you?"

She only looked away, upset at the question not wanting to answer. Nicholas understood this and hugged her not wanting to make the situation worse and only wanted to see his daughter happy.

"Ok ok..if you ever want to talk, just come to my room, ok?"

She nodded her tears subsiding as she turned to her dad and smiled. Nicholas smiled back wishing to see his daughter happy all of the time. It pained him when he saw her sad. He kissed her on the head tucking her into sleep as he walked away checking to make sure she was ok and closed the door sighing with relief that at least she was ok and Springtrap did nothing to her.

His relief quickly turned into suspicious as he saw Springtrap sleeping on the couch, his legs hanging off from the end of the couch and his head leaned back. The TV was on seeming indicating he was previously watching something when he was awake. He only looked at him and groaned in annoyance.

He glanced at him once more and then quickly went back to his own bedroom walking to his bed he got under his covers only to stare at the ceiling. His thoughts flooded with endless possibilities of what Springtrap might do to him and his daughter and he just didn't want that to happen.

He tried to fall asleep but nothing, his eyes were already visibly tired from the lack of sleep... Oh well, the next day was a Saturday.

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The next day rolled around and Nicholas didn't get enough sleep, he didn't even get the chance to sleep at night. He groaned as the light from the sun outside his window beamed in his face practically blinding him in the process. He groaned again and rubbed his eyes trying to adjust to the bright light from the morning sun.

He slowly got up slipping into his slippers and walking out of his bedroom but before he went anywhere he went to Deliah's room just to make sure she was ok.

In a soft tone he spoke,

"Honey are you ok?"

He quietly and slowly opened the door popping his head out to see if she was ok. She in fact was, and was sound asleep. Nicholas smiled and closed the door carful as to not wake her. He then finally made his way into the kitchen ready to pour himself a cup of coffee until he saw Springtrap making cookies.

"Oh Deliah did you want some-"

As he turned around he saw Nicholas instead of Deliah and his growing excitement turned bitter.

"Oh, it's you."

Nicholas groaned and mumbled something incoherent. He quickly make himself a cup of coffee drinking it in mere seconds.

Teasingly Springtrap said,

"Oh? Didn't get to sleep I presume?"

His arms were crossed and his face was slapped with a cunning smirk with his eyebrow raised up in amusement.

"Fuck off."

Nicholas was tired and didn't even want to put up with Springtrap, he didn't even want to think about him.

"Awe. Someone woke up with an attitude."

Springtrap countinued to tease him, pestering him non stop as if he wanted Nicholas to go off on him.

"Just let me drink my coffee."

Nicholas heard Springtrap chuckling mischievously as he turned away to see Deliah coming out of her room hearing the commotion of both her Dad and Springtrap.

"Morning Springtrap, morning Dad."

She said in a sleepy voice.

Before Nicholas could say anything Springtrap began talking to her welcoming her with cookies as she immediately had a smile on her face going up to hug Springtrap.

Springtrap glanced at Nicholas seeing the visible anger on his face and smirking slyly at him.

Before Springtrap or Nicholas could say anything the phone began to ring and Deliah went to grab the phone seemingly already expecting the call.

She seemed to be talking about a sleepover with Harry excited about the plan and looked at Nicholas as he drank his coffee.

"Hey Dad, do you think I could have a sleep over with Harry?"

Nicholas put the coffee down and looked at Deliah with a smile.

"Of course, he's your friend, just make sure to call me if anything happens."

Springtrap was quiet, suspiciously not saying anything and walking to the living room where he was at night to lay on the couch.

"Thank you Dad!"

She smiled saying goodbye to Harry on the phone as she went to her room to go and change and pack some essentials that she would need for the night.

A few minutes pass by and Deliah came back into the kitchen to say goodbye to her Dad already dressed up and packed to go next door to Harry's house.

Nicholas waved Deliah goodbye smiling as she left closing the door behind her hurriedly going to Harry's house happily.

Nicholas grew tired, the coffee had no effect on him but why should he sleep now?

"Ugh."

Nicholas rubbed his eyes, he was paranoid that Springtrap might do something to him and he didn't want that to happen. He was already frightened at the fact that he was always with Deliah trying to be a father figure to her and if was worse at what he could do at any moment.

Wait..he didn't wish Deliah goodbye?

Nicholas raised an eyebrow as he got up putting the coffee down on the table and made his way to the direction of Springtrap who was flipping through channels on the couch. Nicholas walked in right in front of the TV with his arms crossed looking at Springtrap who was trying to watch the TV.

"Can't you do something productive."

Springtraps annoyance at Nick being in front of the TV turned into amusement getting up from the couch his figure noticeably taller that Nicholas making Nicholas a bit worried as to what he might do.

"Productive? Your the one who doesn't want me doing anything and now your upset?"

Springtrap smirked tilting his head to the side trying to obviously intimidate Nicholas.

"Well now I want you to do something, I'm going to bed, don't do anything idiotic."

He began walking back to his room as Springtrap scoffed at his boldness but obliging to his commands walking to the kitchen and grabbing some cleaning supplies to scrub and wipe down the counter.

Nicholas walked to his room not caring to close his door letting his slippers slide off messily by themselves as he plopped onto his bed extremely tired and ready to sleep.

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Much time had now passed and it was already midnight. Deliah had rung up sometime in the day but because Nick was asleep Springtrap answered and hung out with them for a bit to play some games with them but left to let Deliah and Harry have fun by themselves since it was a sleepover for them and not him.

Springtrap was now on the floor trying watch TV in the living room but seemed bored at what he was watching groaning.

However Nicholas was still passed out asleep because of the lack of sleep.

He tossed and turned in his sleep, sweating profusely hot and sweaty in his pajamas. He moved onto his stomach grinding himself into the mattress moving his hips up and down as he grabbed at the sheets and moaned quietly still surprisingly asleep even through all of the pleasure he was doing to himself. His pants were wet with pre cum with a visible boner apparent.

He was having a wet dream.

He continued to hump the bed growing increasingly impatient almost like he wanted to release but couldn't.

His humping was slow, grinding himself slowly onto the sheets of his bed as he gripped his pillow huffing with every grind he did.

He moaned again feeling a heavy figure ontop of him grabbing at his skin, licking him and giving him endless pleasure. The tall figure was soft with fur, playing with Nicholas like he was just a toy making him moan even louder than before. The figure praised him but also tried to degrade him and make him seem small because of the way he was pleasuring himself.

He was dreaming about Springtrap...

He bit his lip now he was definitely awake.

He didn't have the right mind to question all he could do was hump like a pathetic dog as his pants were soaking wet.

He knew what he dreamed about yet...

His arousal was through the roof and he couldn't stop himself from moaning and trying so desperately to get pleasure any form of release that would help him feel good.

He knew he had been pent up, there was so much work he had to do and trying his best to be a good father to Deliah without making a mistake as well as not having anyone there for him, to tell him he was doing a good job and was a good father..he was stressed and didn't have any alone time to really do something like this.

He gripped at the pillow biting into it softly trying to contain his moans but couldn't. He couldn't stop from humping and he didn't want to.

God how he ached for someone to give him this amount of pleasure. For someone to tell him he was doing a good job, to tell him that he was a good boy. for someone to just fuck him hard until the bed broke until his mind broke until..

"Is that Nicky I hear?"

Springtrap leaned against the door frame smirking at the sight he was witnessing trying to tease him as if he's going to take a picture of him and put it as blackmail.

"I didn't know I was your type."

The animatronic smirked, he could hear Nicholas from the other room moaning and wailing loudly so he HAD to find out the source and well he didn't regret it.

Nicholas quickly turned over to look at Springtrap his eyes widened in embarrassment as he scrambled to hide what he was doing.

"Fuck off Springtrap!"

Springtrap walked to Nicholas bedside seeing how visibly embarrassed and uncomfortable Nicholas was about the whole situation. Nicholas tried to grab at the blankets trying to hide himself as to whatever he was doing and now sat up to trying and ask him to leave practically threaten him.

"I-if you don't leave I'll! Ill.."

He couldn't even think of a good threat he was still kind of horny and the way Springtrap just watched him in amusement was not helping the slightest bit.

Springtrap carefully tried to undo the blankets but Nicholas was stubborn flustered at the situation and not wanting to Springtrap to see him in such a vulnerable stare.

Before Nicholas could take action of anything else Springtrap would do, Springtrap began to lean on the bed then crawled on the bed being on top of Nicholas and looking down at him like he was his prey..

"Awe Nicky you want me to leave so soon? I just got here, besides.."

He touched Nick softly making him flinch at the sudden change, he was being affectionate? Or was he-

"You were so loud, you sounded like a dying cat, thought I had to call an ambulance."

He began to laugh, he wasn't being serious he was only trying to get under Nick's skin, to tease him and make him angry. He liked the way he got angry it was comical when he tried to yell and force the animatronic off the floor to do something.

Nick began to grow upset and groaned at how Springtrap tried to get under his skin.

And it worked.

Nicholas grew flustered thinking to himself,

'Fuck did I really?'

Trying to cover up how embarrassed and horny he really was,

He murmured, annoyed trying to get Springtrap off of him, flailing around and almost kicking him while pathetically trying to hide his hard on under the blankets as Springtrap began to grow annoyed at the attempt of his escape and turned him to the position he was before grabbing him by his waist and flipping him over so he layed on his stomach.

Springtrap ripped the blankets off from the bed now grabbing Nicholas by the hips lifting him like he was nothing. His upper body was still on the bed but now his lower half, his ass was lifted in the air towards Springtrap.

"H-hey stop!"

Nick tried to shout at the tall bunny trying to still get away from the situation but Springtrap began to undo Nicholas pants, untying the string from his pants and slowly taking them off as if to torture him.

Nicholas whined in his pillow as Springtrap began to play with his ass, he'd never done something like this, only fantasized, he hadnt felt someone touch him

inappropriately like this in ages, and he wanted it bad. with how tall and one may say..big Springtrap really was he couldn't help but get aroused by the situation.

Springtrap began playing with his little hole using his thumb and making tiny circles on the area, massaging the area with his thumb.

Nicholas whined softly at the way Springtrap played with him, he couldn't describe what he was feeling because of all the times he grew to hate Springtrap how was he supposed to feel now?... He felt a knot in his stomach when suddenly,

"O-oh fuck!"

Springtrap tounge licked Nicholas hole slowly, agonizingly slow. His tounge was big for Nicholas but Springtrap pulled back to look at the work he did how his hole was all wet how he made Nicholas moan this was something he couldn't pass up. He countinued to lick him this time more than once.

Nicholas began seeing stars trying to hide himself into the pillow and cover up his moans.

"Your so pathetic Nicky, awe..look at you you can't contain yourself when your around me like this."

Nicholas only whimpered softly and then said trying to sound angered,

"Shut up.."

Springtrap grabbed him forcefully by the hair making Nicholas groan from the slight pain and arousal it brought him.

"Is that anyway to talk to someone?"

He began to massage Nicholas ass spreading him open but then slapping his ass hard as a form of punishment.

"Ahh..n-no.."

He let go of the man's messy and unkept hair to go back to his ass and play with it.

He slapped him again looking at the way Nick began to flaunt his ass up to him as if asking for more. Springtrap played with his ass licking his hole, playing with his ass and spanking him so he can "learn a lesson."

But there was no lesson to be learnt, he just liked the way Nick moaned everytime he did anything to his ass, it was...

'Fuck has he always been this cute?'

He thought to himself seeing Nick trying to hide his face in the covers as his moans were muffled, his drool getting onto his pillow from all his moaning and trying to bite the pillow so he didn't embarrass himself by moaning loudly again.

Springtrap took one long look at the work he did seeing Nicholas ass red from the spanking and his cock wet from all the playing around Springtrap did.

Springtrap stopped what he was doing laying Nick down on his stomach making Nick confused why he stopped but he didn't want to seem desperate.

But him slowly humping his bed said otherwise.

Springtrap noticed this and chucked at the scene. Entertained by what Nick was doing in front of him. He shifted his body to open up a small hatch where his crotch would be exposing a purple looking dick.

It was lengthy. Very, lengthy.

Nick looked back and was a bit hesitate for Springtrap to put that inside of him.

"Is it..safe?"

Springtrap rubbed his dick onto Nick's ass his dick noticeably having pre cum from being aroused by all of Nick's cries and moans.

"What do you think?"

Then Springtrap had a mischievous thought. He countinued to rub and grind himself againt Nicholas groaning from pleasure.

Nick began to grow impatient as ever, his cock was still desperate for release and he needed this bad. In an irritated tone he turned to Springtrap,

"Can you just fuck me and get this over with?."

Springtrap chuckled sinisterly making Nick regret his words.

"If you insist."

He placed his cock in front of Nicholas ass spreading him open and aligning it in front of his hole his cock twitching with anticipation slowly forcing it in before then slamming his cock inside forcefully.

Nicholas whimpered loudly as Springtrap began to thrust in and out the speed increasing as Springtrap began to level with Nick getting closer to his ear.

"Fuck your so tight."

Nick's mind was broken and all he could do was beg and moan for him to go slower because of how big he was but he wouldn't admit that out loud.

He suddenly felt Springtrap wrap his hand around his neck forcing Nick to moan without it having to be muffled. He liked the control that Springtrap had over him, he feared him but in the position he was in now it was pure bliss. He was being stretched out and he felt like he might burst.

"F-fuck I think I'm gonna cum."

Springtrap smirked coming to a halt hearing Nick whine trying to move his hips or hump the bed again to get some kind of release but he was held down by Springtrap causing a small whimper to come from Nick once again.

"Who said you can cum? I want you to hold it in until I say you can cum."

Nicholas nodded his head obliging to his commands but he didn't think he could wait for too long.

"Good boy."

Nick felt a warm feeling in his stomach as Springtrap held him there to keep his balance but it felt good, it felt comforting with how his fur brushed against Nick's stomach.

Springtrap began to thrust again moaning softly in Nicholas ear spouting praise at how good he was keeping himself together.

Their breath was in sync they breathed heavyily, the bed creaking almost on the verge of breaking with how heavy the animatronic was against Nicholas. Springtrap increased once more noticing how flushed Nick's ears were, how pink they were on his pale skin.

'He feels so warm..'

Springtrap eyed Nicholas ear once more and had the bright idea to nuzzle against it sniffing him like an animal then licking him earning a moan.

'He must be sensitive there.'

Springtrap countinued to do this antic sniffing and licking to tickle his ear and also to hear his moans echo throughout the house.

"I cant.. Mhh fuck! I need to cum please!"

Springtrap huffed against Nicholas ear grinning as he whispered.

"Your so pathetic you can't even hold yourself together. You can't even last this long. Fine, cum. I want you to cum like the pathetic whore you are."

And with that, Nick came on the bed his cock twitching and spasming as he moaned turning into a soft whimper from the release he finally felt. Springtrap groaned as he released at the same time Nicholas did breathing heavily with Nick. He tried to catch his breath laying on the bed and closing his eyes as the last thing he saw was Springtrap.

Springtrap was still trying to catch his breath as he shifted his cock out with a small pop being heard of Nicholas now gaping hole leaking with cum. He put his cock away not that it was soft he took another look at Nicholas and ruffled his already messy hair as he leaned in to the touch half asleep.

He wanted to kiss him wanted to make him feel good but he hesitated and instead got up covering Nicholas with the blanket taking another look at him his eyes glowing a light purple as he left closing the door so he could have some privacy.

'What will I do when he wakes, will he be pissed?'

Like he would be "scared" at the pissed man but maybe concerned.

Springtrap thought to himself as he sighed reremembering what had just conspired and loving every moment of it. He loved the way Nicholas moaned the way he begged the way he got upset. It was cute. He loved getting him riled up just to put him in his place.

Springtrap shifted to the living room and looked at the clock seeing how late it already was.

'At least hes asleep.'

Springtrap smiled blushing to himself.

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[a-deceptive-calling]

”It is not your flesh that sustains me, it is your fear.” CW | GORE, BLOOD, AND DISTURBING IMAGERY

One of the most underutilized aspects of Springtrap and Deliah, are the nightmares brought upon Deliah and Nick through the child spirits. My main gripe with the spirits is how they mostly exist to belittle Springtrap for being a serial killer (rightfully so) in order to make the audience feel bad for him. This, will soon change. First, however, I intend to give Nightmare Springtrap a new form. Detailed below are notes for both the original design by GraWolfQuinn, and the sketch for my redesign that provides more insight to my creative decisions.

The original design for this form was quite lacking in my opinion, as it made minimal changes to the existing Springtrap design. The tentacles in particular were a strange decision, as Springtrap himself doesn’t really call for it, that and given his constant run-ins with fire. However, I will give props and say that I really liked the detail of the springlock failure blood stains being present on the suit, it was a clever detail to include. I understand Quinn was a minor at the time, and I’ve been there at making not-so-stellar designs at that age too.

In my redesign, I took inspiration from my own childhood fears of a grandpa I had who was quite tall, and me being terrified of his towering height. I seriously think Fnaf 3 was criminally underutilized in this comic, so I gave my redesign more of the withered features shared with the OG Springtrap. I was also inspired by the one panel with Purple Guy inside of Springtrap during Deliah’s nightmare for this design, as Afton and his creation are now one of the same.

I usually never go this hard on line art, but this design warranted it. A major emphasis of this design is the usage of darkness. I love playing with black and white, and obscuring his figure with shadow really benefits the horror of not fully knowing what’s there. Additionally, I took some notes from Scraptrap and added some more skeletal features enfused with bones and mangles of what flesh remains, or at least, what Delilah can memorize.

I am extremely happy with how this design turned out, and the chromatic zooming effect really enhances the overall look!

[starlingbascreation]

Hiii! Could we request a tier three Springtrap (From Springtrap and Deliah) BPD symptom holder? (I totally understand if uncomfortable though, since what happened with the creator :( )

- @mycelium-sys

Creator's Note: I honestly don't know what happened with the creator, I'll have to look into that and yep! I half based this on William Afton so if the book doesn't have Springtrap as Willaim Afton, I'm so sorry. We used to be a fan of fnaf but never played the games nor read the books.

Welcome to life, Springtrap!

Remember, sysmate might not turn out how wanted

Names ; Springtrap, Bunny, Rabbit, Spring, Trap, Bow Pronouns ; He/Him/His/Himself They/Them/Their/Themself Spri/Spring/Springs/Springself Tra/Trap/Traps/Trapself Bun/Bunny/Bunnies/Bunnyself Genders ; Cismale Ordination ; Aroace, bisexual, biromatic Age ; Immortal adult Species ; Robot / Soul trapped in robot Source ; Springtrap and Deliah Roles ; BPD symptom holder Caretaker Identities ; Immortal, robot, soul, bunnyhearted, alterhuman, otherhearted Face claim ; credits

Aesthetic ; N/A Interests ; animatronics, building, technology, murder Alterhumanity labels ; Otherhearted - Bunnyhearted Likes ; Animatronics, building, technology, murder, blood, children, his kids, his wife Dislikes ; Humans, eating, the 6 souls Texting style ; "Hey, how are you doing?" Sign off ; -ST / -Springtrap